𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝟐 - 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧

3.

Eddie.

"Bye mom-"
"What?"
"Myra! Bye", panic stricken, Eddie ended the call and accepted another.

"Hello. Who's this?", Eddie said keeping his eyes on the road.
"It's me. Mike."
"Mike who?"

Eddies eyes widened in disbelief but that didn't improve his concentration on the road, instead he got into a small car crash.

"Hey! Are you okay?", a muffled Mike said through the phone.
"Yeah. Pretty good."

Richie.

Having just got off the phone to Mike, Richie rushed to the closet balcony and threw up over the side. He was bewildered. His hands were over mouth, nostrils flaring, blood drained from face, mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish with no sound coming out, still as a statue, unblinking stare, shaking head in disbelief, sent reeling backwards, brain desperately scrambling to make sense of it all.

The rest was a blur until he found himself in front of  blinding lights and a cheering audience.

"Alright, how are we doing tonight?", this was the last place Richie wanted to be right now, "So my girlfriend caught me masterbaiting to her friends Facebook page.. and- errr -so now I'm at masterbaiters anonymous.. So I stand up at the first meeting and I say, 'my name is Richie trash mouth -trash mouth- err.... forgot the joke"

"You suck", someone shouted from the audience.

Ben.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for letting us present to you today. Now, this will include over a million square feet of commercial and residential space. State of the art office tower-"

"What I'm really looking for is to understand how we create even more retail opportunities. If we put it a wall here and all along here-"

"Loose them." Ben interfered. Everyone in the board meeting looked up to the large screen, that showed Ben's face, in astonishment.

"With all due respect, Mr Hanscom-"

"Ben. Please with all due respect, to you, I'm getting claustrophobic just looking at this model. Aren't you? Look if you put up more walls it's going to feel like a prison. You know what people want to do in prison? Get out. Right? This should be a place that brings people together. A meeting ground. A club house. And if all people are there then-"

Ben's phone rang, distracting him instantly.

"Excuse me for one second", Ben said as he ended the Skype call.

"Hello?"
"Ben. It's Mike Hanlon. From Derry"

Bev.

The nightmares were always the same. Filled with such sadness and death.

When she was having one of her regular nightmares, the ones which she had almost grew accustomed to, some water landed on her cheek, jolting her awake. Wiping her cheek, she prepared to sleep again when her phone rang.

"You made a promise Beverly."
"I'm so sorry, Mike. I don't even really remember...", but that was a lie she remembered all too much, it haunted her slumber.
"Haven't you ever wondered, why you can't seem to remember most things, most people, should? About where they are from? About who they are? Why you have that scar on your hand? No one else remembers either... Eddie, Ben, Stan , Richie, Evie... Bill. You have to come back. You all do."